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On being asked what was the “ Origin of Love ?"
The“ Origin of Love!"-Ah why
That cruel question ask of me?
He starts to life on seeing thee!
My heart forebodes, my fears foresee,
But live-until I cease to be.
Remember him, &c.
1. REMEMBER him, whom passion's power
Severely, deeply, vainly provedRemember thou that dangerous hour
When neither fell, though both were loved.
That yielding breast, that melting eye,
Too much invited to be blest,
The wilder wish reprov'd, repress'd
Oh! let me feel that all I lost,
But saved thee all that conscience fears, And blush for every pang it cost
To spare the vain remorse of years!
Yet think of this when many a tongue,
Whose busy accents whisper blame, Would do the heart that loved thee wrong,
And brand a nearly blighted name.
5. Think that—whate'er to others-thou
Hast seen each selfish thought subdu'd; I bless thy purer soul even now,
Even now, in midnight solitude.
Oh, God! that we had met in time.
Our hearts as fond—thy hand more free; When thou had'st lov'd without a crime,
And I been less unworthy thee!
Far be thy days as heretofore
From this our gaudy world be pass’d! And that too bitter moment o'er,
Oh! may such trial be thy last!
This heart, alas! perverted long,
Itself destroyed might there destroy; To meet thee in the glittering throng,
Would wake Presumption's hope of joy. .
Then to the things whose bliss or woe
Like mine is wild and worthless allThat world resign-such scenes forego,
Where those who feel must surely fall.
10. Thy youth, thy charms, thy tenderness
Thy soul from long seclusion pure; From what even here hath past may guess
What there thy bosom must endure.
Oh! pardon that imploring tear,
Since not by Virtue shed in vainMy frenzy drew from eyes so dear
For me they shall not weep again.
Though long and mournful must it be,
The thought that we no more may meet Yet I deserve the stern decree,
And almost deem the sentence sweet.
13. Still-had I lov’d thee less—my heart
Had less have sacrificed to thine; It felt not half so much to part,
As if its guilt had made thee mine
Lines inscribed upon a Cup formed from a Skull.
START not !-nor deem my spirit fled :
In me behold the only skull, From which, unlike a living head,
Whatever flows is never dull.
I lived I loved—I quaff'd like thee;
I died—let earth my bones resign. Fill up—thou canst not injure me;
The worm hath fouler lips than thine.
Better to hold the sparkling grape
Than nurse the earth-worm's slimy brood; And circle in the goblet's shape
The drink of Gods, than reptile's food.